Bluethorn91

A crowd had already started to form as the arresting officers took Karl around the first corner from his home, even though it was still daybreak. He could hear the people murmuring to each other, and although their voices were too quiet for him to make out a single word – and the fact that his head was still throbbing from shock certainly didn't help – he thought he could sense a range of heavy emotions from them. Fear, anxiety, anger... Or were those just his own feelings? "You murderer!" a woman's voice cried out. The first actually clear sentence to reach his ears since stepping outside felt like a knife through his chest, removing any doubt that the others were whispering the same thing among themselves or calling for his execution. How could he possibly try to explain anything in a situation like this? He had barely managed to babble a stunned word or two to the officers when they had burst into his house earlier and placed those shackles on his wrists... and it was on the